NR, SJ, EO, and WM x reader imagines

Ranting (EO)

A/N: For the purposes of this OS Elizabeth was born in 1995, not 1989.

Your mom, Scarlett, had you at the young age of 17. Even though everyone around her told her to put you through adoption she didn't want that. She didn't care about her career, the minute she held you in her arms for the first time she knew she would do anything for you.

That's why it was so hard on her, last year when you announced your relationship with her co-star Elizabeth Olsen. She said a lot of arguments against your relationship one in particular almost weirded you out. 'She's 26 Y/n you're only 19! It means when you were 10 she was 17 already in high school getting drunk.'

So your only answer to that was 'Well when she's going to be 98, and I would be 91 nobody will care about the age gap mom. Because yes I see us together in the long-term future.'

To say she was speechless was an understatement, you understood where she was coming from. Lizzie has been her co-star for six years now, the countless nights out they would have, the mentor/student dynamic they had. So the only thing that came to your mind was to apologize. 'I'm sorry mom, I really am. That I fell for your friend I mean. But like you said countless of times. You don't choose who you fall in love with, and I'm not going to break up with her because I love her.'

She had sighed pinching the brink of her nose. 'I guess since you quoted me I can't win this. I just, you're my baby, I'm having a hard time watching you grow out of the house.' After hugging her you assured her that you weren't leaving for the moment. Since then rules were installed, when you aren't here Scarlett and Lizzie were friends, but when you're present Lizzie is your girlfriend.

But that was a year ago, and now your bedroom and some part of your house are full of boxes ready for you to move out of your childhood house next Saturday. Everything was a lot and to add fuel to the fire, work was giving you hell.

It's almost 9 pm when you get home, storming your way in but still being careful not to wake up Cosmo and Rose. "Hey, love how was your day?" You could hear Lizzie from the living room where she's sitting laughing with your mom.

"Perfect." You answered sarcastically almost coldly making your way into the kitchen. "So you're going or I am?" You could hear your mom ask but didn't pay any attention until you feel warm arms wrap around your waist from behind.

You sigh dropping your head from your spot in front of the kitchen's window. Lizzie softly kisses the nape of your neck trying to take away the tension in your shoulders. "Wanna talk?" She asked brushing your hair away with her left hand.

"I'm just tired. It's not important." You tried to reassure her patting the hand which is resting around your waist. "Love, please talk to me. What's happening we notice how short-tempered you are and how you're smiling less and less."

"I hate it. I hate my job. I'm so tired physically and mentally." You sighed closing your eyes to stop the tears from coming up. "What happened not long ago you loved it."

"We had a new manager four months ago and he's starting to get on my nerves. He's always pushing me, his expectations toward me are way more than toward the others. Last week I made a mistake that I rectified immediately and he humiliated me in front of all my coworkers. Telling everyone that I made a mistake and then acting like I was incompetent. It was the first mistake that I did in months, the others make mistakes every day and he doesn't say anything." I started my rant feeling my fits tighten in anger around the countertop. She hummed in acknowledgment signaling that she was listening.

"One of my coworkers came to me two days after the incident, She told me that he came to her to tell her that he was putting more pressure on me because he saw that I could progress more than the others and become a titular. I get that I do but you don't push your employee to the point to make her cry in nerves during her break. It's like when he made this heavy thing fall on my hand and made jokes about it for a couple of weeks even though I had to go to the ER because my hand doubled volume and became blue." I explained while she whipped the silent tears that fall on my cheeks.

"I've only been there for 8 months. Thinking about it it's not a lot, and he's waiting for me that I do the same thing as the people that are there since it opened four years ago. He gave me the responsibility to close that's why I'm late coming home at almost 9 pm every few days. I didn't say anything but I'm dreading the day I have to close. And then there are the times when he leaves me and says 'Y/n you're the manager for now.' I don't want that, my coworkers don't take me seriously because one I'm a girl and two I'm young. Okay I'm only 20 I don't want all these responsibilities it's suffocating."

"They're not listening to me, laughing at me like I'm joking with them but I'm not because if they don't do anything productive I'm the one who takes the fall. They tell me that It's not like keeping my job is important to me because I'm Scarlett's daughter or your girlfriend. What, because I'm related to celebrities I can't want to be independent and pay my bills myself. And then there's moving out of the house it's adding on the stress I don't know what to do anymore Lizzie."

She sighs turning you around in her arms so she could look you in the eyes. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"Because it's my first job and I didn't want to appear weak." You mumbled ashamed of yourself for dropping all your problems on her. "You're not weak Y/n. How can I help you if you don't let me in?"

"It's not important forget about it okay? So uhm did you have fun with my mom today? What were you doing ?" You changed the subject kissing the hand that held your face before leaving her embrace to look in the fridge since you didn't eat since last night. Your stomach was burning in hunger but nothing is appealing so you decided on one of Rose's applesauce, that should do it until tomorrow.

You knew it wasn't healthy but you didn't had the want to eat anymore. Lizzie rubs at her eyebrows a sign that she was upset with something probably you. She watched you eat the applesauce and throw it away in silence. "You should eat more you have a physical job."

"I'm fine I ate at work." You lie but she didn't need to know that. "If moving out is causing you too much stress we can delay it." She asked crossing her arms.

"What no, I don't want that Lizzie. I knew I shouldn't have told you all this. I'm fine okay? It's just work, I can't wait to move in with you." You smiled softly pulling your girlfriend in your arms. You kiss her lips a couple of times before leaving your forehead on hers.

"I know that I've been a bit distant these past few days, it's not you it's work, I can't wait to live in our house to decorate it as we want and to fall asleep in your arms every night." Lizzie searched in your eyes for an ounce of hesitation but don't find any, because with everything that was happening, loving her was one of the easiest to do.

"Okay, good." She answered sweetly playing with a strand of your hair. She wasn't blind she knew you were not okay but for tonight you opened enough. "I'll run you a bath, why don't you meet me in the bathroom after you greeted your mom. And then I can give you a back massage, I know it's killing you right now." She asked cutely and you nod in answer.

"Sounds like a plan." Lizzie pecks your lips one last time before turning around to walk upstairs. "Eh, I love you." You pull her back kissing her correctly this time. Not like the couple of pecks you shared since then. "I love you too."

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So that happened, this OS is basically me ranting about my job, like 80% of it is me. It's just that I'm not Lizzie's girlfriend even less Scarlett's daughter otherwise everything is true and that's why I'm not too active.

My job is tiring I spend 7 to 11 hours a day walking, running lifting heavy weights, and to add to that I'm feeling utterly alone because my family and friends lives 2 hours away from me at best and 6/7 at worst.

I have a housemate (my stepbrother but he has work and school so I don't see him a lot). Also, this heat wave hit me really bad, when I wasn't at work I slept it off. We reach 42 (108 Fahrenheit) it's insane and scary to say that it will happen more and more often.

So yeah I'm sorry I know most of you are waiting for Mission part 2 but I can't write shit right now. I felt like I owed you an explanation I'm sorry really I wish I could do better for you all.